Lies and cliches harm and ruin,
Our exchange of views.
Never thought this could be me,
To weak to resist the flow.
Isn't it useless to speak of freedom of speech?
When we only try to adapt to other peoples opinions.

Cut my threads,
I'm nothing but a puppet.

I get frustrated when I look in the mirror,
I can't be proud of this face smiling at me.
No, I don't want to follow.
No, I can't stand my face.
Bleeding, dying, torn.
Emeshed in disillusion.